'They are deserting us,' she whispered, 'our friends, our souls. They have been with us from the very beginning and now they are going.'
'Is this the first sign that the end is near?' Lugh cried. 'We are abandoned, here, when we need them most.'
The Tuatha De Danaan collapsed into their seats at the devastating emotional loss of separation, but they also appeared to be physically weakened.
'Our luck is gone!' Lugh continued. 'Our power!'
Mallory grabbed Caitlin's arm and with Hunter they escaped from the chamber and the teeth-jarring drone.
'Several questions spring to mind,' Hunter said as they moved along the corridor. 'Why now? Where are the Caraprix going? What power do they have? Are they a threat to us?'
'My instinct is to plan for the worst,' Mallory replied. 'We know they've been used to control people before.'
'But we've never seen a sign that they've got any real kind of consciousness, ' Caitlin said. 'They've always been pretty benign, changing shape and doing what they're told by the Golden Ones.'
'The Tuatha De Danaan aren't telling them to scurry away,' Hunter observed. 'So who is?'
'I think I might be able to answer that.' Mallory sprinted ahead.
It appeared he was right, for soon they intersected with a stream of Caraprix heading in one direction. Covering their ears, they joined the silvery flow until they arrived at Doctor Jay's chambers where the Caraprix massed around the door, seeking out every gap around the jamb to ooze inside.
'Jerzy has a Caraprix inside his head,' Mallory said. 'The Court of the Final Word put it there so they could control him.'
'And these others are trying to get to it?' Caitlin asked.
'The droning came from Jerzy first,' Mallory replied. 'I think the Caraprix in his head was calling to the others.'
'Why?' Caitlin said.
'Maybe they just want a big old shape-changing party.' Hunter threw open the door. They had one brief glimpse of Jerzy standing in the centre of the chamber with the Caraprix forming a growing silver pool around him, and then the door slammed shut of its own accord. However much they tried, they could not get it open again.
3
Beyond the walls, the Great Plain stretched to the purple mountains on the horizon where the dark smudge of the Enemy gathered. Faint tremors already ran through the ground. The approaching threat was starkly contrasted with the peace of their surroundings, where only the gentle breeze stirred the long grass, accompanied by the sound of crickets.
'All right,' Ruth said. 'You got me. Where are they?'
Veitch continued to scan the grasslands before announcing, 'Got to be some kind of magic. Hidden in plain sight kind of thing.'
'Glamour,' Church replied. 'The Enemy won't see them till we want them to be seen. They won't be able to judge the scale of our forces, or make preparations for our secret weapons.'
He led them forwards a few paces until they felt the sensation of passing through a heavy curtain. With a pop, they emerged into the same scenery now filled with more than a hundred Brothers and Sisters of Dragons standing in ranks. Decebalus's barking voice emerged from their midst.
'Blimey,' Veitch said. 'He's got some lungs on him. Mallory made a good choice for sergeant major.'
'We are all going to die!' Decebalus bellowed as he marched through the Army of Dragons. 'Enjoy your last moments, and take five of the enemy with you when you pass!'
Behind the Brothers and Sisters, a flag bearing a blue dragon on a white background fluttered above their small, hastily assembled camp.
'You may think you are few in number, but you are worth more than ten, more than twenty, more than a hundred of the Enemy!' Decebalus roared. 'The Pendragon Spirit glows within our hearts, joining us together as one. One mind, one body. We care for each other, we protect each other and we strike as one weapon!'
Filled with pride, Church watched the brave, determined faces as Decebalus split the army up into groups of five to prepare for the tasks he had assigned them.
'Do you think they're up to it?' Ruth asked. 'We learned on the job, and they've not been through a fraction of the things we've experienced.'
'Look at them — they're great,' Church replied.
Decebalus summoned the three of them over to a group of five strapping themselves into silver and blue armour. 'Greet our brave,' Decebalus said. 'They have volunteered to scout the Enemy lines. A dangerous task.'
Church felt uncomfortable when the Brothers and Sisters of Dragons looked at him with clear awe. 'Who are you?' he asked.
'Sound off!' Decebalus shouted when the group simply gaped.
'Leon Corbett,' the first said, with a strong Midlands accent. He towered over the others and had long, wavy hair and a tribal tattoo around his upper right arm.
'Kelly Broadbent,' ventured the woman next to him. She had auburn hair and something of Ruth about her, Church thought.
'Adam Garrett.' This one had spiky brown hair and dark-brown eyes. Hunter or Veitch, Church thought. He was still astonished how Existence played out the same archetypes through each team.
The fourth introduced herself with the lyrical name of Aurelia Verdin. She was in her early twenties. 'I'm the horse expert,' she said confidently. 'The others won't be able to keep up.'
'And I'm Richard Flynn.' Church saw he was definitely the Shavi of the group, a gentle Glaswegian barely out of his teens, with green-grey eyes and a touch of the mystical about him.
'I'm proud of you all,' Church said, shaking each of their hands in turn. 'It's a dangerous mission, but the information you bring back will help us win.'
Once the group had mounted their horses and were looking towards the horizon, Ruth said, 'Decebalus introduced them to us because he thinks there's a good chance they're not coming back.'
'They looked like a strong team. If any can get back, it's them.'
'How many of these people are going to die, Church?' Ruth pressed. 'You saved them all from being killed in their own times…' She flashed a glance at Veitch, who didn't meet her gaze. 'Only for them to die now.'
Veitch studied the groups as they put on their armour and inspected their weapons, a jarring combination of strength and innocence. 'Nobody lives for ever.'
'That's a cliche.'
'It's true. All of us, we're privileged. For a short space of time, we've been given something that no one else gets to have. That connection with something big. Knowing that we've got a part to play. That we mean something. That we're not just here to work and earn and eat and drink and die. That's a big thing.' His eyes blazed. 'There's a price for everything. That's one of those hidden rules you lot keep banging on about. And if the price for that is you give up your life, I reckon it's worth paying. And I bet that lot do too. Once you've tasted it, nothing else compares.'
Tom waited on the edge of the Army of Dragons' camp, smoking furtively. 'If you've finished with your morning constitutional, there's something you ought to see,' he said. He gestured towards a vast expanse of rolling grassland.
'What?' Church said.
'Why isn't Shavi here?' Tom snapped. 'He's the only one of you with any sense. Look!'
Church, Ruth and Veitch looked again, and this time they saw a faint wavering in the air over the plain, like a heat haze.
'More glamour?' Church said.
